The Freed Slaves Are Obsessed

Chapter 239: If There Had Been No Master (2)

It felt as if her mind were sinking into the depths of the ocean.

She couldn't hear anything.

She couldn't see anything.

All she could feel was a vague, suffocating emptiness.

She tried to grasp her situation, but it was impossible—she had no information, not even the bare minimum.

All she could do was wait.

"Everyone, this year's Slave Carnival is already reaching its climax! But the excitement is even hotter than when it started!"

A crucial piece of information slipped in.

The man's voice boomed, amplified by magic, and in response, a chorus of murmurs rippled through the crowd like a wave.

Slave Carnival.

She recognized that term.

The largest slave auction held in the kingdom once a year. It was where she had met her master.

Had she come here with her master to acquire new slaves?

She had no memory of that.

"Before we present today's main dish, let me introduce the appetizer."

Clank!

Bright lights flared on.

From the pitch-black darkness, the sudden brilliance was blinding, too intense to face directly.

Instinctively, she tried to shield her eyes, but her body refused to move as she willed it to.

Clatter.

She saw them—metal shackles fastened around her thin wrists, frail from lack of nourishment.

A magic-suppressing artifact designed to inhibit supernatural abilities.

Why was it on her?

Why were all those people looking at her?

They were watching her the way one examines merchandise at an auction.

This was not the view of a buyer looking for slaves. It was the gaze of someone being sold.

She glanced around. She was standing on a stage. A spotlight shone only on her.

It was a situation that had nothing to do with her—a scenario that should have been impossible for someone who belonged to Karami, her absolute master.

And yet, this sight...

She had seen it before.

"This delicate, porcelain skin contrasts beautifully with her soft, midnight-colored hair. Who will be the savior of this poor girl, abandoned by her father? Ah, and of course, she is a virgin."

That line—she had heard it before.

And her appearance—it was identical.

...

Ah.

She remembered.

Two years ago, the place where she first met Karami.

The turning point that changed her life.

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But even though she understood, there were gaps in the logic.

She knew where she was and what was happening, but at the same time, she didn't understand why she was here.

She had been abandoned by her father and sold into slavery, but Karami had saved her.

As the Reaper’s Proxy, she had faithfully served at Karami's side—so why was she now nothing more than an ordinary slave?

Was this a dream?

It felt too vivid for that.

Was it an illusion spell? No—she couldn't sense any magic flow.

‘Wait...?’

Her body felt powerless.

The magic she had mastered as the Tower Lord,

The Omniscient Codex,

The Reaper who had always stood by her side like her father—

It was all gone.

The soul-binding shackles had vanished, and the collar around her neck was missing as well.

It was as if she had returned to her past self before she had ever learned magic.

And yet, her memories remained crystal clear.

If she had to put it into words, it felt like she had traveled back in time with only her memories intact.

Regression?

Or was this just a dream, reenacting her fateful first meeting with her master?

"Then, we’ll start the bidding at 50 gold."

The auctioneer announced the opening bid.

A fat man, his eyes gleaming with vulgar intent, and a woman who looked at her with pity both raised their bids.

She couldn't clearly recall this part.

Back then, her mother had died, her father had abandoned her, and she had been in complete despair.

She had dead eyes, devoid of life, indifferent to who would purchase her.

"I’ll bid 200 gold."

A nobleman, spending an absurd amount on a mere girl.

His gaze slithered over her body, disgusting her, but she didn't let it bother her too much.

After all, she knew what would happen next.

The happiest moment of her life—

The moment Karami reached out his hand to save her.

Mirabel eagerly scanned the crowd,

It was forcing her to live a miserable life as a brothel slave.

"This sucks." ​

It was a shitty situation.